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>よ！ じゃぁ 行くぞ！ ジャンケンポン！
>They tell me, "Keep it simple, " I tell them, "Take it slow"
>I feed and water an idea so I let it grow
>I tell them, "Take it easy, " they laugh and tell me, "No"
>It's cool, but I don't see them laughin' at my money, though
>They spittin' facts at me, I'm spittin' tracks, catch me?
>I'm spinning gold out my records, know you can't combat me
>They tell me, "Jesus walks, " I tell them, ((("Money talks")))
>Bling got me chill 'cause I'm living in an icebox
>They tell me I've been sleepin', I say, "I'm wide awake"
>Tracks hot and ready, so they call me Mr. Easy-Bake
>They say the grass is greener, I think my grass is dank
>Driving with a drank on an empty tank to the bank
>Do you feel me? Take a look inside my brain
>The people always different, but it always feels the same
>That's the real me, pop the champagne
>The haters wanna hurt me, and I'm laughin' at the pain
>Stayin' still, eyes closed
>Let the world just pass me by
>Pain pills, nice clothes
>If I fall, I think I'll fly
>Touch me, Midas
>Make me part of your design
>None to guide us
>I feel fear for the very last time
>They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head
>I'll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said
>They tell me I'm so humble, I say, "I'm turning red"
>They let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled
>They give so much to me, I'm losing touch, get me?
>Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds, they just let me
>They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the façade
>Six feet off the ground at all times, I think I'm feelin' odd
>No matter what I make, they never see mistakes
>Makin' so much bread, I don't care that they're just being fake
>They tell me they're below me, I act like I'm above
>The people blend together, but I would be lost without their love
>Can you heal me? Have I gained too much?
>When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch
>Is there a real me? Pop the champagne
>It hurts me just to think, and I don't do pain
>Stayin' still, eyes closed
>Let the world just pass me by
>Pain pills, nice clothes
>If I fall, I think I'll fly
>Touch me, Midas
>Make me part of your design
>None to guide us
>I feel fear for the very last time
>Lay still, restless
>Losing sleep while I lose my mind (yeah)
>All thrill, no stress
>All my muses left behind (left behind)
>World is below
>So high up, I'm near-divine (I'm so high up)
>Lean in, let go
>I feel fear for the very last time